Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

Chapter 177 "Xiaoyao" and Fenglong

Xuan and Feng Long talked to each other and said that Xiaoyao might have some peculiar behavior and asked him not to take it too seriously. Feng Long could not hear the hidden meaning in Xuan's words and thought he was talking about Xiaoyao and Fangfengbei. But didn't he hear that she and Fangfengbei had not seen each other for more than a month? Moreover, Xiaoyao did not come with Fangfengbei. He believed that Xuan and Xinyue had already told Xiaoyao why she came to live in Muxiang Garden. If Xiaoyao was willing to come and live here, didn't that mean she was willing to give it a try with him?

Fenglong really likes Xiaoyao. Both her appearance and temperament deeply attract him. He really hopes to marry Xiaoyao.

Fenglong didn't often go back to live there, only coming back once every three to five days. Every time he came back, he would invite Xiaoyao, either to play chess, or to drink, or to bring some food to Xiaoyao.

Fenglong was surprised that Xiaoyao was better at playing chess than Xuan, and was not worse than him at drinking and playing dice. No, she was better than him.

"Xiaoyao, who did you learn this chess skill from? I can't even beat you!"

Xiaoyao sat upright, as quiet as a virgin and as agile as a rabbit. Did you know that Xiaoliu beside her sometimes dozed off, sometimes looked at Xiaoyao with shining eyes full of admiration, sometimes touched the little animals, and sometimes fed Xiaoyao some fruits and snacks.

"Master of the Holy Dan Hall!"

Xiaoyao picked up a white chess piece and placed it calmly. Fenglong suddenly felt a severe headache and scratched his head. It seemed that his way was blocked again.

Feng Long couldn't help but sigh, "If you are so powerful, then the Holy Hall Master must be a saint. I heard that her strength is also unique, and her medical skills are unmatched. Is she really a human?"

Xiao Liu was dissatisfied: "Of course my master is not a human, she is a god, what are you saying!"

Feng Long quickly apologized: "It was a slip of the tongue! A slip of the tongue!"

Yan Mo: If you keep bragging, you’ll be exaggerating. She hasn’t even touched the chess piece!

"Brother, why are you playing chess with Xiaoyao again!"

Xinyue is really disappointed with him. She has told him so many times that it is not the way to pursue a girl!

Seeing Xinyue coming over to pull Xiaoyao, Xiaoliu quickly stood up, stood in front of Xinyue, and pulled her away.

"Don't bother them. Who says men and women can only be affectionate, sweet, and poetic? I think they're quite compatible. Let's go somewhere else!"

Xinyue was pulled away, still a little confused. What did she want to do just now?

Feng Long smiled apologetically: "Princess Wang, please forgive me for making fun of you. My sister didn't mean anything else!"

Xiaoyao nodded gently, saying only the two words "no problem," truly being frugal with words. Fenglong suddenly felt strange. He wasn't facing a princess waiting in her boudoir, but a calm and composed general. Was this what Xuanxuan had said, that his sister was sometimes a little eccentric? But he admired this princess. Compared to marrying a vase, he preferred marrying someone who could be useful to his career.

"What does Wang Ji like?" Feng Long wanted to know more about Xiao Yao so that he could make her happy if they became husband and wife.

"Murder." Xiaoyao took a sip of tea gracefully and uttered two words softly.

"Haha, Wang Ji, you really know how to joke!"

Feng Long was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know what to do. He actually broke out in a sweat after hearing what she said. He always felt that what she said was true. This sister Xuan was really unique.

"I'm not kidding. I'm good with poison. During the hundreds of years I've wandered, I've killed quite a few people. Anyone who tried to take advantage of me was killed by me, silently and with my eyes wide open!"

Xiao Yao didn't look at Feng Long's somewhat stiff body, but put the chess pieces back into their respective chess bowls, and asked Feng Long if he wanted to continue.

"Wang Ji, it's good that you're like this. If anyone could bully you, you wouldn't be alive today. It must not be easy to wander alone. Fortunately, you're back now. You have Xuan to protect you, and you'll also have your husband to protect you in the future. You don't have to be so defensive against others all the time."

"Brother Fenglong, do you think the court is more dangerous than the outside world?"

Fenglong didn't know how to respond again. No wonder he always saw Xuan sighing at his sister. He also had the urge to touch his forehead.

"Haha, that's true. If Wang Ji can protect herself, then Xuan Xuan will feel more at ease. He loves you dearly and told me to treat you well."

"Very good, very comfortable stay."

With food, drinks and beautiful women as companions, one will naturally be satisfied.

"Haha, as long as Princess Wang is satisfied, I'm glad. I was worried that Princess Wang wouldn't be used to it!"

As they played chess and talked, Feng Long gained a new appreciation for Xiao Yao, finding her even more attractive. If he really married her, he wouldn't have to worry about Xiao Yao being wronged, and could focus on his career. Feng Long secretly made up his mind.

The days passed slowly, and soon two months went by. During this period, Xiao Yao went back to see Yan Mo several times. Seeing that she had been in good spirits recently, she felt relieved.

Another month passed, Xinyue pulled Xiaoyao aside, seeming hesitant to talk. Xiaoyao asked curiously, only to find out that Tu Shanjing was coming to stay for a while. Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows, looked at Xiaoliu, and saw Xiaoliu nodded in agreement. Was he going to cause trouble?

Soon, Tu Shanjing moved in. He didn't come out to hang out right away, but lived in a side courtyard and rarely went out. Occasionally, the sound of a zither could be heard, sometimes sad, sometimes like a lover in love...

"I can see that he is deliberately trying to disgust me..."

Xiao Yao was dejected and gnashing her teeth. She raised her head and looked at Xiang Yao with grievance, as if she had been bullied badly.

"Ayao, he bullied me..."

"Shall I help you teach him a lesson?"

Xiang Yao loved her cute and lively appearance. He gently pinched her puffy cheeks and coaxed her softly. He looked up at the side yard, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

The next day, Xinyue was busy all day long. When I asked, I found out that they planned to get together for a party in the evening.

At night, the pavilion in the courtyard was filled with cakes, fruits, and various snacks, and a barbecue was set up nearby. Feng Long and Tu Shanjing were grilling skewers of meat.

Xiaoyao and Xiaoliu whispered to each other from time to time

Xiaoyao: "He's really patient!"

Xiaoyao: "You said he saw through you?"

Xiaoliu: “I see!”

Xiaoyao: "Then what does he want to do?"

……

Xinyue couldn't stand it any longer and said jokingly, "Xiaoyao and Xiaoliu, princesses, is there anything you can't tell us? Why are you always whispering to each other? I know you have a good relationship and you stick together all day long, but I'm so jealous! I'm envious and jealous!"

"Hehe, of course we have a good relationship. We are good "sisters" who sleep in the same bed, how can we not be close?"

Xiaoyao grabbed Xiaoliu's hand, smiled and said, and kissed Xiaoliu's cheek, looking a little satisfied.

"Wang Ji, the barbecue is ready!"

Tu Shanjing walked over at this time, just blocking Xinyue's sight, and handed her a plate of grilled barbecue.

Xiaoyao frowned in disgust, leaned away unhappily, and hid in Xiaoliu's arms.

"Sister, I only like to eat what you bake. Let's go bake it ourselves!"

"Okay, Master Tushan, I'm sorry, Xiaoyao has mysophobia and can't eat dirty things. Please forgive me!"

Xiao Liu pulled Xiao Yao from his arms and left, leaving Tu Shan Jing's originally maintained smile frozen in place, his face ugly, his fists clenched, and his anger surging. Looking at the two cups of tea in front of him, a wisp of black air entered Xiao Yao's tea through the cover of his sleeve.